[KIYOMI]
Humans always had scents.
Her Elif… had an olive scent.
A beautiful scent that had been too faint for those who didn't have supernatural abilities, yet one that had acted as her anchor between her humanity and her insanity. Oh, but Elif had been the very best version of her.
She was everything good for Kiyomi.
And even then, she had lost her.
She had lost the girl that made her feel something, the girl that made her want to be alive, and again and instinctively, Kiyomi pushed herself deeper onto the bed, like she was sure she deserved to be cared for by anyone.
Her guilt was wearing her out, and she wasn't doing okay.
She missed her Elif.
She knew Elif would not have let her spiral this far.
And as if on cue, the waterworks began… like Kiyomi couldn't control them.
Honestly, she couldn't even if she tried. It was all the pent-up rage and pain that she had been stuck in for months. The kind of pain that had ruined her and destroyed everything she held dear.
